Right there on edge on mountain lip see cloudswift move through sky, through steady clearest blue,with every second become something new;voices within declare you have been cowednot knowing yet the force that is allowednor proper motion ready for its cue.On neither side is the eternal viewbut every sound right here is sharp and loud.So you were eager then to find a spacejust for yourself, and had so much to proveand so much time; or so it was you thoughtbeing a fool. Now there is little gracefor you to get into the rightful grooveand the robed judge has come into the court.